It was just approaching dusk. As I left my day-job at the Diner, I began my walk up the street to The Shady Ladies. My thirty minute free-time between the two jobs was going to be filled with some adventure from 53th street today. I know to everyone else in Apogee, I seem like a bit of a drop-out. But I’ve been trying to work my way up and I’m trying to quit the brothel.
Recently, I’ve been on a big SVU kick. I know the show is long off the air, but I’ve been obsessed with the whole crime fighting aspect. They usually get reward money for that kind of stuff, you know? Or at least the citizens do in SVU. I even watched an episode where someone was murdered for that kind of cash.
So today its 53th St.
Places Checked:Clues Found:
22nd Ashes
Jackson Dr Enchanted Matches
Trump St Picture of bird?
3rd
4th
51st
52nd
53rd
Melody Ave
Jasmine Dr
I heard more rumors last night from some of the clientele. Mr. Andrews said something about Angela Campos working as his handyman. He did say that she wanted to summon a phoenix spirit for years. I think she’s still our top lead.
I still can’t tell if it’s something malicious though. The girl seems nice enough, but she’s also reclusive and nervous all the time. Maybe it’s the constant guilt of burning down Bay Hotel? Maybe she did do it. But for someone who killed so many people, I can’t really see her as an evil presence in Apogee. It’s clear though, these malevolent spirits are really only increasing in the past years. If some of these darker elements of Apogee aren’t exposed, we might be in for more trouble than we can handle….
Xoxo Meg
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I slammed the journal shut and checked my watch. Five minutes until my shift started at the Shady Ladies and once again, nothing interesting to show for my wasted break. I ran past the crumbled gravel, reaching the main street. Traffic whirled by my head as I weaved between hoverboards, electri-bikes, and various vehicles. The sounds of blaring horns and aromatic waves of Chinese food filled the air as I sprinted. The gridlocked traffic was normal, but that delicious smell had me longing for new FoodFactory 4.4.
I reached the door of the Shady Ladies and gave a rhythmic thud on the door. Swinging open, I sunk into my familiar receptionist desk and waited for our girls to get in costume. In the back of my head a song kept playing over and over again. I couldn’t quite place it, but until the girls were here, the Shady Ladies was my concert arena. What started as a drum set of light pencil tapping and paper clip tapping, soon turned into my own personal jam sesh. The music grew louder and louder, finally reaching a crescendo within my own head. It became also insane to me at how I could not remember a single word, only the precise beats of the song.
My lack of rhythmic dance moves finally started to come together as well. I was really never much of a dancer, but today the music just really seemed to flow within me. I still couldn’t place the weird tune though. Was it a commercial or some weird Top 20 kind of garbage. Even a single remembrance of the lyrics would be nice.
A firm thud knocked me out of my personal-concert, as I went to let in one of the girls. Yet my body didn’t seem to stop. The music amplified in my brain and I could almost hear a type of bass vibrating through my body. My dance moves started to blend into dancing I never knew I was capable of.
I tried to fight against my own body, but all control I once had seemed completely lost. My right arm refused to budge even an inch away from the dance moves it was forced to partake in. I tried screaming in my thoughts to overpower the orchestra performing within it, but it was a mere whisper in the sea of noises. Taking a deep breath, I worked to move even one leg into being still. Coaxing and yelling gave me only the ability to move around a singular toe.
This one small victory for control caused the pace to speed up, as my body began to perform the actions even quicker and more precise. In the back of my throat a low grumbled emerged, and deep words pooled out of my mouth. The lyrics that fit the song were of a language I couldn’t even comprehend. Yet here I was, singling along perfectly to the beat. As I repeated the phrases, my body started to heat up. My words became louder, as did the music. The pain of the music and physical exertion became painful. As the sound escalated even more, I heard everything and then nothing at all.
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Dear Diary, 4/22
Another building set on fire today. I’m starting to lose hope of solving the arsonist case. Angela was killed over a week ago in a sporadic fire 10 minutes away from the Shady Ladies. She was my only lead and now attacks have been increasing daily. I was called in for questioning yesterday.
Apparently my weird music seizure thing has been happening all over town. Some kind of fire spirits have been summoned involuntarily all month. No one knows how these contracts have been happening, or how random citizens have been granted spirits of the highest power setting. All I know is that I did not summon that spirit on purpose and I’m terrified of it happening again.
It was just approaching dusk. As I left my day-job at the Diner, I began my walk up the street to The Shady Ladies. My thirty minute free-time between the two jobs was going to be filled with some adventure from 53th street today. I know to everyone else in Apogee, I seem like a bit of a drop-out. But I’ve been trying to work my way up and I’m trying to quit the brothel.
Recently, I’ve been on a big SVU kick. I know the show is long off the air, but I’ve been obsessed with the whole crime fighting aspect. They usually get reward money for that kind of stuff, you know? Or at least the citizens do in SVU. I even watched an episode where someone was murdered for that kind of cash.
So today its 53th St.
Places Checked: Clues Found:
22nd Ashes
Jackson Dr Enchanted Matches
Trump St Picture of bird?
3rd
4th
51st
52nd
53rd
Melody Ave
Jasmine Dr
I heard more rumors last night from some of the clientele. Mr. Andrews said something about Angela Campos working as his handyman. He did say that she wanted to summon a phoenix spirit for years. I think she’s still our top lead.
I still can’t tell if it’s something malicious though. The girl seems nice enough, but she’s also reclusive and nervous all the time. Maybe it’s the constant guilt of burning down Bay Hotel? Maybe she did do it. But for someone who killed so many people, I can’t really see her as an evil presence in Apogee. It’s clear though, these malevolent spirits are really only increasing in the past years. If some of these darker elements of Apogee aren’t exposed, we might be in for more trouble than we can handle….
Xoxo Meg
---
I slammed the journal shut and checked my watch. Five minutes until my shift started at the Shady Ladies and once again, nothing interesting to show for my wasted break. I ran past the crumbled gravel, reaching the main street. Traffic whirled by my head as I weaved between hoverboards, electri-bikes, and various vehicles. The sounds of blaring horns and aromatic waves of Chinese food filled the air as I sprinted. The gridlocked traffic was normal, but that delicious smell had me longing for new FoodFactory 4.4.
I reached the door of the Shady Ladies and gave a rhythmic thud on the door. Swinging open, I sunk into my familiar receptionist desk and waited for our girls to get in costume. In the back of my head a song kept playing over and over again. I couldn’t quite place it, but until the girls were here, the Shady Ladies was my concert arena. What started as a drum set of light pencil tapping and paper clip tapping, soon turned into my own personal jam sesh. The music grew louder and louder, finally reaching a crescendo within my own head. It became also insane to me at how I could not remember a single word, only the precise beats of the song.
My lack of rhythmic dance moves finally started to come together as well. I was really never much of a dancer, but today the music just really seemed to flow within me. I still couldn’t place the weird tune though. Was it a commercial or some weird Top 20 kind of garbage. Even a single remembrance of the lyrics would be nice.
A firm thud knocked me out of my personal-concert, as I went to let in one of the girls. Yet my body didn’t seem to stop. The music amplified in my brain and I could almost hear a type of bass vibrating through my body. My dance moves started to blend into dancing I never knew I was capable of.
I tried to fight against my own body, but all control I once had seemed completely lost. My right arm refused to budge even an inch away from the dance moves it was forced to partake in. I tried screaming in my thoughts to overpower the orchestra performing within it, but it was a mere whisper in the sea of noises. Taking a deep breath, I worked to move even one leg into being still. Coaxing and yelling gave me only the ability to move around a singular toe.
This one small victory for control caused the pace to speed up, as my body began to perform the actions even quicker and more precise. In the back of my throat a low grumbled emerged, and deep words pooled out of my mouth. The lyrics that fit the song were of a language I couldn’t even comprehend. Yet here I was, singling along perfectly to the beat. As I repeated the phrases, my body started to heat up. My words became louder, as did the music. The pain of the music and physical exertion became painful. As the sound escalated even more, I heard everything and then nothing at all.
---
Dear Diary, 4/22
Another building set on fire today. I’m starting to lose hope of solving the arsonist case. Angela was killed over a week ago in a sporadic fire 10 minutes away from the Shady Ladies. She was my only lead and now attacks have been increasing daily. I was called in for questioning yesterday.
Apparently my weird music seizure thing has been happening all over town. Some kind of fire spirits have been summoned involuntarily all month. No one knows how these contracts have been happening, or how random citizens have been granted spirits of the highest power setting. All I know is that I did not summon that spirit on purpose and I’m terrified of it happening again.
Xoxo Meg